Escape From Paradise

[Gunner 775]

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9XMd2eAy_4

 

Icy winds swept across the eerie landscape, the ruins shuddering as it did. Snow fell into every nook and cranny of the structures, decaying the once supportive stone that upheld it. A foggy breath escaped the Marked Man’s lips as he carefully peered around the frozen landscape. An ancient castle stood vigilant in the snow, its ice-capped peaks pierced the mist like daggers.

 

He glared around some more before finally pushing away from the wall and limping forwards, the frost and snow crunching with each step. The ruins continued to crumble. Dust and pebbles fell upon him as he limped forwards as fast as his injuries allowed him to, his eyes set on the shining portal at the center of the floating structure. The wind grew stronger, carrying snow with it and pelting him as he struggled onwards, eventually it turned into a full-blown blizzard pushing against him. Whatever was here didn’t want him getting out.
 

He snarled and held his arms out in front of him. His hair whipped about behind his head as he struggled on, using all his might to fight back against the tempest. Heavy thuds were heard behind him along with the clanking of metal. His breath quickened and he broke into a jog, grunting painfully with each step on his bad leg.

He slipped on an icy bridge, a pebble from its remains was thrust aside by this and sent tumbling down into the abyss below. He crawled along the ledge as the footsteps grew louder and quicker. The platform the portal stood on provided some shelter from the wind as it howled around him. He rolled onto his back and saw a shadow in the wind and snow, barely making out a sword in its grasp.

The figure continued its approach, the wind didn’t seem to affect it, instead leaving streams of mist trailing off of the edges of its armor. The Marked Man stared at it wide-eyed before turning and looking up at the portal, he rose to a knee and glanced over his shoulder again.

The large, steel cladded being raised its arm, its hand open and the fingers outstretched. Something glowed within its gauntlet. He gasped at this before thrusting himself forwards and extending his leg, sending him soaring into the portal. The being casted to early as he jumped, a shard of ice piercing the wind and snow before dissipating mid way.
 

A large flash lit up the night on the outskirts of Laurelin. Within a circular ruin lay the Marked Man, covered in ice and snow despite the exact opposite climate. He doubled-over and vomited before looking up and spotting a posse of Elves staring down at him.

 

 

The Marked Man had escaped.

[Huh 91]

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